Sometimes I wonder if you see me.
Not the flesh and blood before you but me.
Sometimes when we speak it’s like you don’t hear me.
Not the words I speak but the hints of me.
Then you speak to me & I see that when my flesh is calmly before you, you see me fidgety and uneasy.
Then you speak to me & solve the problems caused by insecurity.
I’m lost in my thoughts & you find me.
I’m caught up in everyone’s intentions & opinions & you free me.
I’m drowning in unshed tears & I find that you’ve always held my head above the water.
I’m in the dark about how you feel & yet I feel the light and my steps do not falter.
Status quo and society’s conventions point us in the direction that everyone’s eyes see.
I hold your hand and see us walking where I’ve always wanted to be.
I try to explain that as others stick to convention’s path
My heart won’t let [me] be stuck on that.
Sometimes I wonder if you really see me.
Sometimes I wonder if you really hear me.
Then you hold my hand when I pretend I’m not scared.
Then you hold me when my heart has been bared.